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((Loved that Katarina *-*))

A transparent, Noxian, warrior-princess for your blog <3

Using it. 

Xo 

[I haven’t reached the 4000 yet but this will be done eventually since I’m at 399x, - I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning for 12 days, so at least this post is done for good and the results will be given when I’ll return]

Anyone can participate, reblog this as many times as you want, I’m not really going through a thousand notes just to make sure you’re not a reblog blog -however I’ll check your blog if I pick you so if you’re a giveaway blog. You can be following me or not, but same thing, I’ll make sure to check if you’re currently following me or not. You can follow me with several blogs too, I don’t mind. Give yourself all the chances to be picked by doing both (follow+like) You can follow me during the giveaway, this is no problem.

2 winners only for this one, I’m REALLY busy these days and I have a lot to do.

Reblog/like as much as you want. Thanks a lot for following me! The sneaky read head is pleased of your loyalty.

—-END ON MAY 1st —–

All Hail Noxus !

French Maid Katarina by Eliskalti

*Demacia’s seal of approval*

Katarina

((You beat me to it Swain xDD))

/ I see you demacians…..gareeeen staph trying to be smooth man xD

He’s the wingman, i’m the ace :P

/and both of you are smoothtlaker wannabies tskkk

fair enough, my forte is smart talking and making laugh :P

((More the second than the first, but yea jaja))

/ I see you demacians…..gareeeen staph trying to be smooth man xD

((Can’t stop, Been smooth is my lifestyle and creed =P, besides its your fault!, you look pretty on all god damn pictures xD))

Growing up (Closed AU Starter)

Katarina rolled her eyes up, helplessly. This really did not sound fun to her. “Have you forgotten yet how different we are? Maybe these past years gave you the illusion we were made of the same wishes and beliefs, but there was a time we played our part just like our parents want us to. You were taught the art of sword while I was throwing knives on the trees of our family garden. Assassins and warriors have never understood each others, even in the heart of one same faction”. she patted his shoulder just like she was helping him swallowing the idea one of his son would probably never follow his footsteps.

“We are all made of choices. and we both could not blame our children for doing so. After all… we’ve made a choice long ago and our little ones live thanks to this”. The little Delinda was about to fall asleep in her father’s arm, satisfied by her meal and ready for a healthy nap.

Katarina rose up and streatched her limbs. Giving birth to three children haven’t altered her body this much. A lot of noxian noble women would be jealous to see this provocking tattoo still recklessly running down her abdomen. “We should probably tell them the truth, tell them why they need to be strong…”

She was right, it did felt slightly disappointing that one of his sons decided to follow another path he couldn’t train him for, he always took the security of his sons to be his responsibility, that included teaching them how to fend off attackers and hold their own in a fight.

Little Delinda was sleeping comfortably on her father powerful arms, as if his muscle served as a pillow for the little girl, Garen turned to see Katarina stretching, a smile drawing on his face, her body hasn’t changed a bit and still it was a powerful distraction for him, those curves still drove him mad and the provoking tattoo was not less beautiful than before. 

Slowly he raised, carefully to not wake up his daughter, holding her in one arm, he used the other to get a hold of Katarina’s waist and puller her gently to him “I know” he said, conceding her the reason on this one, both, Marcus and Lucius should be allowed to have a choice “I’m not a fool, I will never believe you and I think the same, perhaps that is why I love you just like the first day”

His hand caressed her waist as he continued speaking “You think they are ready to know the world is against them?”

Aira smiled, before she bowed down to greet the demacian general. Her eyes not focused on him, rather scanning the room shortly, before she gave the man her full attenion again.

"My visit? Well…seeing my age I could say, you are visiting my lands, but I don’t think, thats what you meant." Aira smiled when she sat down. It was strange for her to be invited by a person of such high rank, especially in these times. It had been on occasion, that she was invited by others but that had been a long time ago.

She thought about Garens offer about a drink, before she slightly nodded. “If it doesn’t give you any trouble I wouldn’t mind a tea. Also, thank you for the invitation. And … you don’t have to call me Lady, General. I am not used to it and seeing as I don’t have a surname… it just doesn’t feel right to me.”

Garen smiled to her comment regarding the ownership of the land, in a sense she was right, even though the current inhabitants would say otherwise, Garen was not as zealous to bicker about who owned the land, she was here first, that is for sure. 

“Tea?, right away” he said raising and then walking towards a small cabinet nearby where drinks be keep, tea among them, preparing the drink hastily he served the hot liquid and promptly gave the cup to Aria, he could have asked a servant to do so, but Garen was a man who most of the time prefered doing things himself. “Its not a matter of surnames, but of respect my lady” he said as his steps took him back behind the desk “A gentleman respects a woman, and as such, the term must be used, formalities, but if it is bothersome, I will cease using it”

He noted she felt strange somehow, as if she was slighty out of place or felt like it “Please do not feel uncomfortable, this is by no means an interrogatory nor anything like it, is more of a welcome to Demacia, perhaps we seem not welcoming by many standards, but we do welcome guest such as yourself”

Her eyes sharpen as a dark aura could be felt throughout the room. She kept her loving smile, but the feeling of cute little rabbits cuddling your face was replaced by the feeling of going to a Karthus concert. “Girl problems eh…” Her brow twitch, she grabbed his shoulders, looking straight into his eyes. Suddenly, the feeling of rabbits came back, letting out a small sigh, “Whoever this girl is, I’m going to blast her into a new color of the rainbow..” Letting go, she leaned against him and go close to him; worried and warm hearted, “I know you’re definitely not goin’ to tell me about this girl, but what I do know is that she’ll get over it, not now, but in time..” 

Looking up at him, she gently punched his chin, “Cheer up big guy, how about we leave the house and go get some food, you’re sad face is going to be stuffed with Demacia’s great meals, and I’ll even take you to the best places, near the normal part of Demacia. No more high grade food, and I swear if you start making your way to Jar’s I’m going to kick you.” Rolling off his bed, she stood up and placed a hand on her hip and the other extended to her brother, “So how about it Mr. Grumpy pants.”

askthemightofdemacia

Garen wanted to smile and indulge his sister, his mood didn’t allow it, at least not the smile on his lips, it wouldn’t appear, not now, perharps not again, but he appreciated Lux trying to cheer him up “I’m not really on the mood...” he replied, even though the idea wasn’t bad.

He took her hand by mere reflex and raised “But if you want to go...” he said still in a foul mood, but not wanting to make Lux feel bad “Lead on then”

Sleepless Nights [Closed Starter]

Lux listened to her brother silently, feeling sadness taking over as she noticed the pain within each word he spoke. It hurt her so much to see her brother in such a state. Way too much. The usual vibrant glow in her eyes had faded rapidly as she dropped her gaze, staring at the table’s surface. The moon’s glow was reflected upon it, directly toward the two of them. The young mage was clueless as to what to say or do, the pain she felt was more than she could handle. If she would know who that woman was, she would most likely slap that woman tback to her senses. Lux can’t just sit there and take it like it’s a normal thing to do. Why would one confuse her brother like that? Why can’t that woman just be straightforward with her feelings toward Lux’s brother? Lux doesn’t know and perhaps will never know, and that bothered her quite a bit.

“Garen..” The blonde began in a low voice, raising her gaze back up and tilting her head so she could look at him, raising her left hand to cup his cheek, pushing his head so he would look back down at her. A brief sigh broke the silence between the two, then her voice, “Never apologize to me again for telling me what bothers you and letting your feelings out. You may be the big brother, but even you have times when you need someone to stand tall for you. I’m here, and I will always be. I’m your sister, if young or old.“ The blonde rose herself to stand infront of her brother, keeping her hand on his cheek, “If you won’t come back to your senses, Garen, I will need to make you come back.” Lux said with a little grit of her teeth. Her eyes were focused on her brother’s face and her breathing seemed to have quickened over the past few seconds, her face holding a rather angry look upon it. She was angry, quite angry, about this matter. She didn’t understand the woman, but couldn’t understand her brother either. Her feelings were torn between anger and care. She wished to care for her brother and not do what she was about to, but she was also angry enough to do anything to get her brother back to his senses. Even if it would hurt alot. With a little scream and a tear rolling down her cheek, the mage’s left hand rose up only to smack back down against the cheek of Garen. She didn’t care if he would get mad about it, she didn’t even care if he would hate her for it, but she had enough of this! She couldn’t watch her brother sit on the couch at night, pouring bottles of alcohol down his throat and having trouble falling asleep, all because of one woman. This isn’t the way to deal with such a situation and she couldn’t get the grasp of why it drove her brother to do these things, but she still tried to get him to realize that crying about the one he cares for and not doing anything wouldn’t solve the situation. She had to prove him that fighting was a better choice! Now she stood there, her hand still in the air and her teeth still rubbing against eachother, a few more tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. Silence was kept between the two for a few more moments, untill Lux’s voice rose once more, “Fight..” She said lowly, swallowing a lump in her throat, “Fight, Garen! Get yourself together and fight for what you want!” Her voice began to rise as her small rant continued, “You won’t get anything with just sitting here, getting drunk and crying about the fact that she drives you mad! GET YOURSELF TOGETHER AND FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU WANT MOST, BROTHER!” Luxanna yelled as she stared Garen down with wide, watery eyes. Her breathing had quickened even more and her hands were clenched into fists. She will smack him again if he continues keeping this bullshit up. ((I OVERDID IT. OMG IM SO SORRY, GAREN. O_O))

((Overdid?, not at all!, this is so perfec in so many levels!t!!!))

Garen was speechless, by all means this was an incredible lack of respect from his younger sister in a lot of levels... yet it felt so right he didn’t have power to scold her for slapping him, her words were powerful, solid and her tears revealed the truth behind her actions, nothing came up on Garen’s mind, it was as if Luxana’s slap reset his mind to blank, dispersing the clouds shadowing his thoughs.

It wasn’t pain again, the sting on his cheek, a bulky man like Garen couldn’t be possibly hurt from a slap by such a petite and delicate woman as Lux, yet it hurt, again his pride, but this time, unlike the time with Katarina, he felt his pride react positvely, scolding himself for been so pathetic and hopeless, what was he doing? feeling self-pity was never an option  “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. “

He said the poem as a whisper, barely audible, again part of his own remorse for acting like a child, not a man, he raised in front of Luxana, at first it seems he was angry, towering her in all his might, his hands posed on her shoulder, and suddenly his stern features moved and draw a smile

“Thank you”